Patricia pov...
Yes. This is what I need.
His hand found me—not gentle, not shy—but assertive and sure. His fingers pressed against my vulva, exploring the aching flesh there, rubbing in rough, insistent circles that sent shivers coursing through me, igniting a fire deep within.
Each thrust of his hips drove him deeper inside me, a relentless rhythm that matched the wild beating of my heart.
"Ahhh! Ehhh!" The sounds burst from my lips, torn from my throat before I even had a chance to stifle them. They echoed off the bathroom tiles, raw and primal.
His mouth found my neck, immediately drawing me in with heat and urgency.
He sucked hard, his teeth grazing my skin in a mix of pleasure and pain, leaving marks that would blossom into bruises—a testament of his hunger, reminders that lingered long after this moment.
